Structuralism Poem by Brandon Nothing

Structuralism



Beneath my feet is the crashing
Sounds and clashing of bullets
They wet my feet and the feeling
Is rather uncomfortable
They are right to shoot them
For they have opposed and wronged
You are in my head every day
And I plan to put a label on your face
Just before I never
See you again

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